Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

This is the outfit he specially prepared for today.

If he were to come wearing the captain's haori, probably no one would dare to approach him easily.

But he came here not to scare people, nor to show off, but to find someone.

Wearing such fine clothes and wandering around in such a dangerous place is incredibly attractive; to put it simply, it's entrapment.

"You worthless piece of trash, I'll make you eat it!"

"I haven't had a single good day since I bought you!"

"I really don't know what I was so blind to buy you back then..."

"All you do is eat! You eat more than I earn!"

Aozaki Mayuki frowned and looked over instinctively.

The scene that came into view made him pause.

The central area of ​​the Xudiao district is relatively stable.

Many shops here dare to open because they have the backing of wanderers.

In Aozaki Mayuki's eyes, it was a tavern.

For ronin who live on the edge of death every day, sake is undoubtedly their best companion.

It can numb pain and make you forget your worries.

Therefore, this restaurant is never short of customers and is always packed, with business booming.

The tavern owner was a plump middle-aged woman who looked quite attractive in her youth.

She was standing at the doorway, cursing at a little girl curled up on the ground, holding a bamboo stick in her hand.

The little girl's body was covered in bruises and wounds, clearly indicating that she had just been severely beaten.

Perhaps it was out of jealousy, or perhaps it was because she remembered her beautiful self from the past.

Looking at that huddled figure, she unleashed a barrage of vicious words.

The petite figure was wearing a tattered yukata, and her short black hair was casually draped over her head like an onion.

Despite her young age, one could vaguely discern her delicate and adorable features.

Hearing the landlady's furious voice, the little girl gritted her teeth and curled up.

She couldn't help but think:

"One day I will leave here. I must leave here and never come back."

However, she still had to listen to the landlady's furious voice.

"Tell me, you worthless good-for-nothing! I bought you and raised you to adulthood, and what can you do to help me?"

"You're no help at all. I'll sell you to the North District tomorrow."

The plump woman gritted her teeth as she looked at the figure huddled in the corner and said with a look of dissatisfaction.

"How much do you want for this girl? I'll buy her."

Pleasant sounds echoed throughout the store, reaching everyone's ears.

The voluptuous woman and the vagrants in the tavern instinctively turned to look.

Some people couldn't help but swallow, their eyes glued to the elegant-looking man.

How much could you sell that outfit for?

Even in ten lifetimes... no, a hundred lifetimes, you wouldn't be able to spend it all, would you?

However, no one dared to make a move.

This outfit is incredibly expensive; most Grim Reapers simply couldn't afford it.

Then it can only be nobles.

In Rukongai, killing a Shinigami might not be a big deal.

Some of the ronin also wield Zanpakuto.

Where is it?

It was snatched from the hands of Death.

If you take a knife and disappear into the wilderness, who can find you?

But killing a nobleman would be a much bigger problem.

Who knows, an entire district might disappear, and venturing into the mountains won't help.

Who can blame them when they're the ruler of Soul Society!

Is it God?

The little black-haired girl stared blankly at the man with the gentle smile.

"What's your name?"

Aozaki Mayuki bent down to look at the girl, gently stroked her hair, and asked.

"Rukia, my name is Rukia."

Naturally beautiful is a perfect description of this black-haired loli.

The middle-aged woman's behavior towards her was probably out of jealousy.

"Rukia?"

Aozaki Mayuki looked thoughtfully at the black-haired figure and said.

The little girl looks a little older than Toshiro Hitsugaya.

She's probably not even a hundred years old, which makes her about the same age as Rukia in the original story.

Aozaki Mayuki hadn't expected this.

That future eldest daughter of the Kuchiki family actually had a period like this when she was living in Rukongai.

It seems she couldn't stand this kind of life, so she secretly left to wander alone.

But thinking about it, it makes sense.

An infant with spiritual talent who was abandoned in District 78 from a young age.

It would have been impossible for it to survive without being adopted.

In this environment, it's hard to imagine that the people who raised her were good people.

"Sir, please forgive me for speaking out of turn."

"She's clumsy and doesn't do as much work as she eats. She's definitely not comparable to the servants in your household."

The voluptuous woman, looking at Rukia being gently stroked by Aozaki Mayuki with a jealous expression, quickly reminded her.

I still have some of the looks I had back in the day, don't I? Why don't you come looking for me?

"I……"

Rukia looked at Aozaki Maki with a panicked expression.

Perhaps it was because Aozaki Mayuki's face looked like that of a kind person that Rukia had a good impression of him from the beginning.

She was tempted to go with this man...

"It doesn't matter, I'm not short of money, I should be able to afford to raise a little guy."

Aozaki Mayuki gently rubbed Rukia's head.

Aozaki Mayuki is not short of money now; which of those noble families wouldn't be vying to give him gifts?

He gives away gifts, let alone presents them to others; it's no wonder he's short of money.

"Tell me how much, I'll buy it."

"I see... Since Your Excellency desires it, then I certainly cannot..."

The plump woman had a radiant smile.

She glanced at the elegantly dressed man, then stole a look at the pitiful little Rukia.

This man clearly doesn't lack money.

She raised this girl, who had a very large appetite.

We have to squeeze them to recoup our losses; they probably won't care.

Wait... a knife?

Does he have a knife at his waist?

The plump woman was stunned, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Why didn't I see a knife on him just now?

In her mind, only Grim Reapers and Ronin could carry swords.

Nobles would never become ronin; that would only make them death gods.

Upon realizing this, the voluptuous woman's expression instantly changed, and she smiled with a mixture of fear and flattery:

"Sir, what are you saying? If you want her, how could I dare to take money? She's yours now."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

I would be eternally grateful for anything you ask for.

Chapter 283 Brother

The bright moon hung high in the sky, casting its cool light upon the earth, and all was silent within the Seireitei.

A man dressed in fine clothes and a girl in tattered clothes walked side by side, leisurely strolling along the wide road.

The Grim Reaper, who was patrolling around, noticed the unusual pair and was about to go and investigate.

However, when they saw the man's face gradually becoming clearer under the light, the leader of the Death squad immediately stopped the rash patrol members.